(In dedication to a childhood freind who was recently shot to death and a couple other freinds who met a similiar fate.) AS the bullet enters the flesh the mind is not at rest but sufferin from conditions as a result of the plight and sufferin endured by the ones who came before him. Freedom did not come since on the slave can make himself free the mind and soul are still in shackles and chains that the ancestors wore on their feet,arms and neck. As the bullet enters the flesh you can hear the moans from the victim as a result of the bullet but also the soulfull pain passed down from his ancestors to him while in the womb. As the bullet enters the flesh the maze closes up knowing not where to turn and not where to learn ones true place in the international revolution. As the bullet enters the flesh the broken homes become silent reflecting on the pain caused by the main reason for much of his peoples troubles as youth. As the bullet enters the flesh the anger ceases from the place it came in the heart of a warrior without a place to fight and a people divided between the churches on the left and the right. As the bullet enters the flesh the heart stops the mind stops the soul continues and the violence as well. It will someday cease.